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BEING A COLLECTION OF PIECES WHICH WERE 

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THE OLD HERO. 

•* Sir, for fifty years I have devoted my life and my energies to th« Flag of my Country. 
So long as God permits me to live I will continue to stand by that Flag and defend it againat 
all assailants, even if I should find amons; them my native State." — Gen. Scott. 

Speed the words on lightning pinions — 
North and South and East and West — 

Words that through our flag's dominions 
Thrill with hope the patriot's breast. 

See the troubled anxious nation, 

Doubting where it may confide j 
In its hour of tribulation 

Turn to one so often tried* 

Tried before ; hut so were others. 

On the bloody field of Mars, 
Who now march cigainst their brothers, 

And insult the '* Stripes and Stars." 

Tell us, is he still true hearted? 

He the greatest of them all, 
While so many have departed, 

And obeyed the rebel call. 

He whose name sheds such a glory 

On the banner of our land ; 
He whose deeds upon our story 

Bright among the brightest stand ? 



He who with his youth's emotion 
Fondly loved each stripe and star, 

And has given a life's devotion 
To that flag, in peace and war ? 

Is he true, that chieftain glorious? 

Will he bear that flag again 
That he bravely bore victorious 

On the field of Lundy's Lane. 

That same flag he waved so lately 
O'er the prostrate foreign foe, 

From the palace, old and stately, 
Of the kings of Mexico. 

Now that soldiers prove false-hearted 
To their flag and to their word. 

Now that honor has departed 
From so many a soldier's sword. 

Will our Scott, our great commander, 
Bear his country's banner still ? 

Or will he to treason pander, 
And obey its fiendish will ? 

Listen ! anxious nation listen I 
To the noble chieftain's word ; 

Every patriot's eye shall glisten. 
And his inmost soul be stirred : 



' * Flag all loyal freemen treasure, 
I have loved thee long and well ; 

And will guard thee, with Grod's pleasure, 
Though my native state rebel." 

Hopeful words, on lightning pinions 
Speed your way and tarry not ! 

Freemen, through your wide dominions. 
Bless your ever faithful Scott I 

FoBT Dalles, Oregon, June 2, 186i. 



UNION ODE. 

Dedicated to the Union Leagues. 

" United we stand— Divided we fall." 

Ye lovers of our Union, 

Where'er your homes may be. 
By lake, or gulf, or river side. 

By mountain or by sea ; 
Your periled country calls you now, 
Come round her colors stand ! 
Chorus.— -Let them wave o'er the brave. 

And the true throughout your land. 
To nerve the patriotic heart, 
And stay the rebel hand. 



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Among you still are thousands ^ 

Who saw that flag in pride, 
Wave o'er the vanquished foreign foe 

On land and ocean's tide ; 
Then fling that standard forth again, 

To quell a rebel band. 
Chorus, — Let it wave, &c. 

Your country's great departed 

Who served the flag you love, 
In council and the battle field, 

Look on you from above. 
Be worthy of their noble fame, 

And round your colors stand ! 
C%or^^s.— Let them wave, &c. 

Ye freemen of New England ! 

Whose home of granite gave 
A Webster to the Senate Hall, 

A Perry to the wave. 
Remember now New England's dead, 

And round your colors stand. 
Chorus. — Let them wave, &c. 

Ye patriots of the Border! 

Who saw at Baltimore, 
The Stars and Stripes repel the foe, 

That dared insult your shore, 
Come rally by that flag again. 

And round your colors stand ! 
Chorus — Let them wave, &c. 



Sons of the Western Valley! 

Where oft the music rung 
Of Union notes still echoing, 

From your own Harry's tongue. 
Recall the magic of that voice, 

And round your colors stand ! 
Chorus. — ^Let them wave, &c. 

Ye brave and loyal Southrons ! 

Who in the days of old, 
Followed beneath that starry flag 

Your Jackson true and bold 1 
His dauntless spirit calls you now ; 

Come round your colors stand. 
Chorus — Let them wave, &c. 

Ye men of the Pacific ! 

Who followed in its train, 
Our *' Star of Empire's" westward way 

To the far distant main. 
Be Freedom's worthy pioneers, 

And round your colors stand ! 
Chorus. — Let them wave, &c. 

Throughout our common country 
Let that banner be unfurled, 

The sign of hope, and symbol flag 
Of promise to the world, — 

We'll shield it from dishonor now, 
And round our colors stand ! 
Ghoi'us. — As they wave, &c. 



Too long the fiend of faction, 

Has bound the land in toils, 
Has turned its offices to bribes^ 

Its honors into spoils. 
We'll break its base degrading chains 

And round our colors stand ! 
Chorum. — As the J wave, &c. 

Oh, may our Union colors 

Fly 'till the storm be past, 
The bow of promise stripe the sky, 

And stars return at last ! 
Then round the Stars and Stripes of hope 
In glowing faith we'll stand I 
Chorus. — As they wave o'er the brave, 

And the true throughout our land^ 
To nerve the patriotic heart, 
And stay the rebel band. 

FOHT Dalles, May ?th, 1861. 



ON THE 

BOMBARDMENT OP FORT SUMTER. 

April 14th, 1861. 

Sons of the South arise ! 

Your sovereign, Cotton calls ; 
Tear down yon hateful flag that flies 

O'er Sumter's threatening walls. 

That ensign of the free 

Insults us as it waves 
Above our own Palmetto tree, 

Our chivalry and slaves. 

We've waited long the day — 
Thank Grod, it comes at last — 

To tear that plebeian flag away 
From every Southern mast. 

Until from every height 

King Cotton's standard waves, 

Proud emblem of our Southern might. 
Our freedom and our slaves. 

Shall the harharic North 

Rule our enlightened land, 
And ploughmen of the West come forth 

Our nobles to command? 



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Shall Northern peasants dare 
Blessed slavery^ march to stay, 

And with that Union ensign there 
Check its victorious way? 

Shall freedom's cordon bind 
Our Southern rights and laws, 

And Slavery no heroes find 
To battle in her cause ? 

Shall Cotton^ sovereign king 

And master of the world. 
Be daunted by yon paltry thing 

On yonder fort unfurled ? 

No ! comes the gallant cry 

Throughout our Southern land, 

The Stars and Stripes shall prostrate lie, 
And trail the Southern sand. 

Our loyal knights and slaves 

Are gathered on the shore, 
And soon across Carolina's waves 

A tide of death shall pour. 

The boasted * ' brave and free " 

Who round yon colors form, 
Shall strike to our Palmetto tree, 

Or perish in the storm. 



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RAISING THE OLD FLAG ON FORT SUMTER. 

April 14th, 1865. 

That self same flag of yore 

Fling out o'er Sumter's wall, 
Its glorious Stars and Stripes no more 

To drop at treason's call. 

Oh ! piteous sight, when first 

You fell 'neath rebel guns ; 
Aimed too by those thy bounty nursed — 

Thine own Columbia's sons. 

Yet truer sons than they 

Thy honors now restore, 
And plant thee on that Fort to-day, 

More glorious than before. 

The seas of blood and tears, 

The ranks of heroes slain, 
The strife of four war clouded years 

Have not all been in vain. 

Still flies that banner bright, 
That Treason swore should die, 

And from its stars a purer light 
Illumes the Western sky. 

For Slavery now no more 

Can claim it as its own ; 
And now it waves on sea and shore 

Fair Freedom's flag alone. 



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O'er every Southern grave, 
Where Union heroes fell. 

No other flag shall ever wave 
But that they loved so well. 

Then let the people shout 
From mountain to the main ; 

The flag that now is floating out 
Shall ne'er come down again. 



UNCLE SAMMY, OH! 

Loyal West Point Graduates' Song. 



Air — ^'Benny Havenst oh." 



When we were only youngsters 

It was our lot to know 
A very kind old gentleman, 

Our Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
For us he did provide a school, 

And paid our bills also. 
That we might learn to fight by rule 

For Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
That we might learn to fight by rule 

For Uncle Sammy^ oh ! 



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And when we all were ready 

Forth to the world to go, 
A place of pay and honor too, 

On each he did bestow. 
He only asked us in return 

To shield him from the foe 
That e'er should dare insult or harm 

Our Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
That e'er should dare insult or harm 

Our Uncle Sammy, oh ! 

Our good old Uncle Samuel 

Is now in great distress, 
And enemies come thick and fast, 

And sorely round him press ; 
Now is the time, if ever. 

Our gratitude to show, 
And boldly strike with sword in hand 

For Uncle Sammy, oh 1 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Then boldly strike with sword in hand, 

For Uncle Sammy, oh ! 

What harm the good old man has done 

Nobody seems to know; 
Nor why so many hostile hands 

Now aim at him the blow, 
Save that the old republican 

Has scorned to kiss the toe 



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His Cotton Majesty presents 
To Uncle Sammy, oli ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh 1 
His Cotton Majesty presents 
To Uncle Sammy, oh ! 

Well do we all remember 

When we were young cadets, 
And eager for the time to wear 

The sword and epauletts : 
A soldier's sword has each one now. 

And Uncle Sam a foe ; 
Then strike for days of '^Anld Lang Syne'* 

And Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh I 
Then strike for days of ''Auld Lang Syne" 

And Uncle Sammy, oh ! 

Now by each star upon our flag, 

And every stripe we swear, 
To Uncle Sam alone belongs 

The swords we proudly wear : 
And when his bugle summons us, 

We're ready all to go. 
And fight beneath the ''Stars and Stripes" 

For Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh ! 
Uncle Sammy, oh! 
And fight beneath the ''Stars and Stripes" 

For Uncle Sammy, oh ! 



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BIYOUAO SONG. 

Wrapped in my soldier's cloak I lie 
Beneath me is the cheerless ground, 

Above — a starless midnight sky, — 

The camp-fires glimmering lights around; 

And fathers, husbands, lovers dear, 
Lie slumbering now upon the plain, 

And sweetly dream of forms they ne'er 
Shall press unto their hearts again. 

Though weary was our march to-day, 
Yet midnight brings no sleep to me, 

And wakeful memory still will stray 

To home and friends, to love and thee ; — 

For death comes with to-morrow's fight 
To many a soldier, brave and true, 

And on my couch to-morrow night 
I may not think again of you. 

No longer then I'll vainly seek 

To-night, these tender thoughts to stay, 
Nor blush that o'er my soldier's cheek 

The tribute of a tear should stray. 

And when the morn with summons grim. 
Shall call each soldier to the fight, 

My country shall not blush for him 
Who gives to love a tear to-night. 



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NEW WORDS FOR 

DIXIE THE "CAPTURED TUNE/' 

Some folks wants a Cotton King, 
But Union is a better thing ; 

Hurra! hurra! hurra! hurra! 
Beneath the Stars and Stripes we'll stand — 
We'll live and die on Union land. 

Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra for the Union ! 
Oh, we are bound for the Union! 

Hurra! hurra! 
On Union land we'll take our stand— 
We'll live and die in the Union ! 

Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra for the Union ! 

Hurra ! hurra! we'll live and die in the Union. 

In every port that flag's unfurled, 
And gives us honor through the world. 
Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! 
From gulf to lake, from sea to sea. 
Our country's flag it still shall be 

Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra for the Union ! 
Oh, we are bound for the Union. 

The glory lights its stars to-day 
Of New Orleans and Chippewa. 

Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! 
Where Dixie's sons were good and true, 
And Scott and Jackson led' them too. 

Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra for the Union ! 
Oh, we are bound for the Union. 



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It speaks of many a victory 
Upon the waves of lake and sea. 

Hurra! hurra! hurra! hurra! 
Won by New England's gallant tars, 
Whose idol is the Stripes and Stars ! 

Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra for the Union I 
Oh, we are bound for the Union ! 

Sons of the North and South have died 
Beneath that banner^ side hy side. 

Hurra! hurra! hurra! hurra! 
Then let us still together stand, 
And keep it flying o'er our land! 

Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra for the Union ! 
Oh, we are bound for the Union ! 



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SUGGESTED BY THE FALL OF RICHMOND. 

Rejoice, oh! Columbia rejoice ! 

For the night clouds are breaking away, 
And out of the darkness a dove's gentle voice 

Is hailing the dawn of the day — 
Is hailing the dawn of a Grlorious Day, 

When thy blood-sprinkled banner unfurled, 
More proudly than ever its folds shall display, 

The Ensign of Hope to the world. 

But weep, oh ! Columbia weep ! 

For thy sons who now sleep in the dust, 

Who swore their loved land undivided to keep, 
And died in defence of their trust. 

Yet even while mourning thy lost ones, rejoice, 
%For a million of loyal and true 

Are still marching on at the call of thy voice- 
Marching onward to battle for you. 

Then here's to the Flag of our Land — 

Proud Flag of the ' * brave and the free ! " 
And the memory dear of the patriot band 

That died in the service of thee. 
And here's to the million still waging the fight, 

The million of loyal and true. 
Who strike for the Union^ for Freedom and Right, 

'Neath the folds of the Red, White and Blue. 



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THE DEATH OF THE PRESIDENT. 

Sad, sad is the heart of the nation to-daj, 

It mourns for a chieftain, kind honest and true ; 

Who guided our bark o'er the tempest-tossed way, 
And died when the haven of peace was in view. 

Weep, weep, loyal people, the rich and the poor, 
For our chieftain was dear to the hearts of us all ; 

He ne'er on the lowliest bolted his door. 

Nor turned a deaf ear to the suppliant's call. 

That spirit has left us, and never again 

Can cheer us with accents of wisdom and love — 

Even now, on the traitor, by whom he was slain, 
He is smiling forgiveness from regions above. 

Oh ! foul is the treason such crime could conceive ! 

Oh ! bloody the treason such murder could do ! 
And base is the treason refuses to grieve 

For the loss of a ruler so tender and true. 

Thou art gone, noble chief, but thy name through the world 
For ages a watchword of freemen shall be, 

And ever, where Liberty's flag is unfurled, 
Living altars shall offer their incense to thee. 



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SECESH IN CRINOLINE. 

OH;, woman, woman, since the world began, 
And Eve first taught rebellion unto man, 
Ne'er has the serpent wooed you by his wile 
To be his partner in a baser guile. 
Than that by which he now in league with you, 
Degrades your sex, and stabs your country too ; 
But when had e're philosophy the art 
To solve the riddle of the female heart ? 
Or when by rules of logic could explain 
The subtle movements of a woman's brain ? 

See Clara richly blessed with female grace, 
Her form enchanting, beautiful her face; 
Her manners gentle, and her air refined, 
And all her nature seeming soft and kind ; 
Who would suspect how much she loves a cause 
That makes of mothers and of wives outlaws ; 
That sees the unprotected maiden sold 
To any brutal master for his gold. 
That plies the lash on woman's naked back, 
xlnd sets the bloodhound on her flying track ; 
How strange that Clara, in aught else so kind, 
To such base crimes against her sex is blind ; 
And daily worships with a secret kiss 
The pictured heroes of a cause like this— 
Nor few the youths whom her upbraiding frown 
Sent to the rebel armies from the town. 
And the red field of Gettysburg can tell 
Where more that one of her young lovers fell ; 



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Sadly to Clara bid we now adieu — 
A lovely woman, yet a rebel too ! 

And now the fierce Belinda let us see, 

Who loves to boast her claims as F. F. V. 

How she delighted in the days of yore, 

E're yet the '' tyrant's heel" crushed Baltimore, 

xiblaze in red and white to march the street, 

In hopes some Federal officer to meet, 

That she might crush him by her angry frown 

And *' touch me not'' gyrations of her gown, 

And by her rude remarks, which, as she went, 

Though made to others, yet for him were meant, 

And now to see her hold her F. F. nose, 

As by her house some colored soldier goes ; 

Who would suspect how well that scent she knew, 

Tea almost since her earliest breath she drew. 

Or that her nose once made its favorite nest 

In the warm cushion of black ** mammy's" breast; 

Or that her lips, now curled in proud disdain. 

Did from that bosom sweetest banquets drain — 

While foster brother Sambo by her side 

From the twin font his infant wants supplied. 

Yet closer ties of colored kin than these 

Could scandal speak of, if she did but please. 

Of dusky cousins in whose features speaks 

The blood that tints the proud Belinda's cheeks, 

And more then one of whom were sold, they say, 

Her summer trips and Newport bills to pay. 



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And now to Newport gossip apropos, 

'Twas there Belinda caught her Southern beau ; 

Virginian he, though, when he was a child. 

His parents moved to Mississippi's wild, 

There dying, left him lord of all their lands — 

(Five thousand acres,) and five hundred hands, 

Smith is his name, a genuine F. F. V. 

And doubtless sprung from Norman pedigree, 

And as the world goes betwixt me and you 

A very clever fellow is he too. 

At Y'ale with credit took he his degrees, 

And ever since has sought to take his ease. 

Why should he not, who owned at twenty-two 

One hundred men, their wives and daughters, too? 

You know 'tis by the human stock they hold 

That in the South the planters' wealth is told, 

And some of Smith's, though scarcely in their teens, 

Cost him five thousand each in New Orleans ; — 

But these were ' ' fancy stocks " with guarantees 

To be, at least, three quarters '* F. F. Vs." 

Thus Smith at home, lived as you see the while 

In what some call the *' patriarchal" style, 

But every summer 'twas his wont to roam 

Far from the sultry atmosphere of home, 

For fevers, heat, and fierce mosquitoes, too. 

He liked as little as most people do. 

And gaily passed the summer at the springs. 

In poker, hops, flirtations and such things. 

Smith was, indeed, a lion with the fair, 

As rich young Southern planters mostly are. 



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This says but little of itself, but then, 
He was also a favorite with the men ; 
None gave more suppers, nor at greater cost; 
More freely loaned, nor coolly won and lost. 

Alas ! for Smith, those halcyon days are o'er ; 

He visits Newport and the springs no more. 

His home is now in some Confederate camp, 

His rations meagre, and his lodgings damp; 

And negro traders give him now commands, 

Whom once he thought unfit to shake his hands ; 

While from his farm by yellow Yazoo's shores. 

His human chattels run away by scores. 

Ask Smith why is it that he starves and fights ? 

He grimly tells you, for his Southern Rights. 

Smithes rights ! who more than any man on earth. 

Did as it pleased him ever since his birth ; 

Whose only business was to spend the cash 

Supplied him by the overseer's lash. 

But to be just to Smith we ought to tell 

He was not prompt or anxious to rebel, 

For, "gay and happy," he would ne'er have guessed, 

How much he was insulted and oppressed, 

Had not t\iQ politicians, honest race, 

First found it out and told him his disgrace. 

And so his dear Belinda now must wait, 

E're she be mistress of the Smith estate, 

Until, perhaps, this ** cruel war is o'er," 

And sable serfs and vassals are no more. 



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From fast Belinda and her lover too, 

Now turn we to the orthodow Miss Prue, 

A pious lady of uncertain age, 

Religious duties all her thoughts engage, 

And foreign missions, Sunday schools and tracts, 

And such like things her every moment tax ; 

And now along with these, secession shares 

Her pious sympathy and zealous prayers; 

For is not slavery, more than all the rest, 

The thing ordained of God, and therefore best? 

Miss Prue can all the arguments rehearse, 

Of course beginning with old Noah's curse — 

And how the Jews, by God's express commands. 

Made slaves of all the prisoners in their hands. 

And whether these were yellow, black or white. 

Such was their custom, such their vested right. 

From the Apostles she can freely quote. 

And all the passages has learned by rote, 

Which teach the slaves their duties to observe. 

Nor from a strict obedience to swerve — 

Even though those slaves, as often was the case, 

Were Christians, and of European race — 

Their owners Pagans, who derived their right 

From the stern laws of battles and of might. 

The story of Onesimus and Paul, 

The pious Prue quotes readily to all ; 

Onesimus, the Christian brother who 

Was very probably a white man too. 

What, though the precepts the Apostles gave 

To govern both the master and the slave, 

May differ from, in some respects 'tis true, 

Judge Ruffin's charge— the Southern slavery view ; 



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This is a trifle, which in no respects 

A Christian master's conscience need perplex ; 

As even preachers, so we have been told, 

Their fellow-preachers sometimes sell for gold. 

For what would slavery be worth at all 

If Euffin must be set aside for Paul ? 

And so Miss Prue can prove us, that, because 

Paul preached obedience to the Pagan laws ; 

Just as he taught us non-resistance too, 

To every wrong our fellow-man may do. 

It would be orthodox in us, therefore, 

If we enslaved our prisoners of war ; 

Nay, more than this, their children and their wives, 

(Provided we thought fit to spare their lives.) 

The pious Prue, as we before have said. 

To foreign missions gives her zealous aid. 

And time and money both doth freely spend, 

The Bible to the Africans to send. 

Yet would she punish by decrees severe. 

The missionary who would teach them here; 

For the injunction the Apostles gave 

To *' Search the Scriptures," was not for the slave. 

As surely their successors ought to know 

The reverend Bishops Hopkins, Polk,& Co. 

Then hail secession — may its banner wave 
In triumph over freedom's early grave, 
And slavery and religion, hand in hand, 
Diffuse their blessings throughout all the land. 
All hail to Snobdom and its reigning queen. 
For great is she — Secesh in Crinoline . 



